Patti Smith - Hey Joe lyrics

Honey, the way you play guitar Makes me feel so Makes me feel so Masochistic The way you go down low deep into the neck And I would do anything And I would do anything And Patty Hearst You standing there in front of the Symbionese Liberation army flag with your legs spread I was wondering were you gettin' it every night From a black revolutionary man And his women Or were you really dead And now that you're on the run what goes on in your mind Your sisters they sit by the window And all your mama does is sit and cry And your daddy Well you know what your daddy said Patty You know what your daddy said Patty? He said, he said, he said Well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child Now here she is with a gun in her hand... Hey Joe, where're you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand? I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady You know I found her messin' around town with another man And you know that ain't cool, watch me Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down You shot her down to the ground, you shot her Yes I did, yes I did Yes I did, I shot her, I shot her I caught her messin' round with some other man So I got my gun, I gave her the gun and I shot her, I shot her, shoot her one more time for me Hey Joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to, Joe Where you gonna run to ? Got a cover, I'm gonna go down south I'm gonna go down south to Mexico I'm going down, down, down to Mexico Where a man can be free No one's gonna put a noose around my neck No one is gonna give me life, no I'm goin' down to Mexico, I'm going down You're not going to hear 'em stand there And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms And the sky is like a back drop, like a flag And I was standin' there in front of that flag With a car bomb Between my legs You know, I felt so free of d**h beyond me I felt so free, the F.B.I. is looking for me baby But they'll never gonna find me, no They can hunt me down like a dog And I will stay on the run And they can speculate what I'm feelin' But daddy, daddy, you'll never know just what I was feelin' But I'll tell you I am no little pretty little rich girl I am nobody's million dollar baby I am nobody's patsy anymore I'm nobody's million dollar baby I'm nobody's patsy anymore And I feel so free...